| Well the roadmaps of West Texas
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| Never gave me good advice
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| The trains all roll where the roads don’t go
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| Now I lay awake at night
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| Just wondering where the rest is
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| So I hit that iron gate
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| And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine
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| I may be running late
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| Rolling out past El Paso, Texas
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| Where I might have had a home
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| I made my bed
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| So here I lie
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| I’m rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye
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| Though I felt a lonesome feeling
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| In Dulce, New Mexico
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| I was happier than I’d ever been
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| In my El Paso home
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| But I thought about the woman
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| Whom I left to roam the land
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| And I cried so much
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| It dug a rut they call the Rio Grande
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| Rolling out past El Paso, Texas
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| Where I might have had a home
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| I made my bed
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| So here I lie
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| I’m rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye
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| And my destination is written
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| Upon my feet
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| And the stars above
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| Are about the only company I keep
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| I raise my pass and
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| Take my seat
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| I’m rolling fast
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| With a teardrop on my cheek…
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| So I guess there’ll be no family
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| So I guess there’ll be no wife
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| Gonna roll away on an old steel dray
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| It’s gonna be my life
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| And the roadmaps I been reading
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| I never came to figure out
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| All I know is I’d explode
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| By any other route
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| Rolling out past El Paso, Texas
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| Where I might have had a home
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| I made my bed
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| So here I lie
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| I’m rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| I’m a-rolling on
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| Rolling out past El Paso, Texas
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| Where I might have had a home
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| I made my bed
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| So here I lie
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| I’m rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye
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| I’m rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye
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| Yeah, I’m rolling West Texas tear… drops in… my eye… |